The strange songs coming from the bamboo house made Zhang Heng interested and decided to go in and find out what was going on.

Zhang Heng liked this bamboo house. If there was anything unclean in it, Zhang Heng would naturally solve it.

For cultivators, even if they enter a real haunted house, they can still be safe.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Heng felt that the house was much darker than ordinary houses, and a faint cold air was produced in the bamboo house.

The decorations in the room are extremely exquisite and elegant. In front of Zhang Heng is a room similar to a living room. There is a row of pearl door curtains on the side of the room, and there are even a few silver bells tied to the door curtains.

A wave of unreasonable cold wind suddenly blew, and the silver bell suddenly made a crisp sound, rippling in the bamboo house, as if we were welcoming guests.

"This should be the house a woman once lived in."

Unmoved, Zhang Heng lifted the pearl door curtain and placed a small dressing table next to the couch in the house.

In the center of this bedroom-like room, there is a beautifully crafted guqin. Next to the guqin is a bamboo stool with soft fur on it.

However, Zhang Heng found that one or two of the seven strings on the guqin were broken.

The sound of the piano came from the guqin, and the sound of the singing seemed to be from the bamboo stool.

Zhang Heng even had an illusion that at this moment, there was a peerless beauty sitting in front of the guqin and singing while the guests outside the curtain listened attentively.

After listening for a while, Zhang Heng felt bored and sighed softly:

"This bamboo house is owned by me, Zhang Heng, now. Please leave quickly for other ghosts and gods."

The sound of the piano in the house came to an abrupt end, and a woman's laughter rippled in the house.

"Although the little girl doesn't understand spells, it's not something you, a low-level monk, can drive."

Zhang Heng carefully used his spiritual sense to scan the house, and felt a faint fluctuation next to the guqin.

"Maybe it's a ghost thing."

Zhang Heng immediately used a spiritual eye technique on himself, but did not find anything that existed.

This is strange? Ordinary ghosts should have nowhere to hide in front of such magic? Even Zhang Heng is comparable to the spiritual consciousness of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he should be able to easily see ghost objects.

"How is it? You can't do anything to me, and the three immortal masters in the palace cannot hurt me either."

The woman's voice was filled with a faint sneer.

"Yeah?"

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, and with a finger, a silk-shaped refining spiritual energy directly pushed to the special fluctuation next to the guqin.

Huh! The house was turbulent and the bedding and clothes were waving randomly.

The spiritual energy of the refining emptiness disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.

"You can't hurt me..."

The woman's voice was filled with a hint of contempt, as if she was mocking Zhang Heng for being overestimated.

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for killing you immediately."

Zhang Heng's eyes sterned, and the murderous aura on his body blocked the ghost's stay.

With the help of his spiritual sense, Zhang Heng could feel the approximate position of the other party.

Not long ago, the void flames above the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness were a little ready to move.

"No, I can't give it to you here!"

There was a roar in the woman's voice, and the cold wind in the air turned into a cyclone and rushed towards Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng smiled lightly, slapped him with his palm, and immediately dispersed the cold wind.

"This is your ignorance..."

A sharp light flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes, and the void flames rushed towards the ghost thing with a "swish".

The ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and immediately began to escape, and the gloomy wind in the room kept roaring.

However, the ghost did not escape the fire in the void in the end.

The speed of the void flame is only slower than the attack speed of the spiritual weapon.

However, attack speed and flight speed are not the same concept at all. A monk is definitely not as fast as a spiritual weapon when flying.

Wow! The void flame flew back quickly, stayed in Zhang Heng's palm for a moment, and then returned to the sky above the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, Zhang Heng felt a white light spot in the first floor of the mysterious ancient tower. Then, the light spot turned into a beautiful woman.

This woman stood on the first floor of the ancient tower like Nan Ming not long ago.

"What's your name?" Zhang Heng communicated with her with his thoughts.

"Pity dream."

"Why are you staying here?"

"I have been in love with the prince for three years, but I have been killed by someone. I cannot forget the beauty of the past and am unwilling to disappear from this world."

As Zhang Heng imagined, this woman answered Zhang Heng's words with questions and answers.

"Why can't I see your form?"

"Because of that handkerchief."

"handkerchief?"

Zhang Heng glanced inside and immediately found such a strange handkerchief.

"Is this handkerchief helping you?"

"Yes, it can make me invisible and immune to external attacks, but I was sucked out by the flame just now."

Lian Meng explained.

Zhang Heng picked up the handkerchief with a few weird looks.

The handkerchief is white, just like the snowflakes falling in winter, without a trace of dirt on it.

When I touched it, I felt that the handkerchief had nothing special.

The handkerchief is embroidered with exquisite patterns, and four words are embroidered in the center: Pity for Meng Xiyue.

For some reason, when Zhang Heng saw these words, he was inexplicably touched.

After pondering for a while, a ball of ordinary flame appeared on Zhang Heng's hand, burning towards the handkerchief.

But the handkerchief was safe and sound.

A silver flame burst out from Zhang Heng's palm again, and he was about to burn at the handkerchief. However, at this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Zhang Heng's mind, and the mysterious jade tube was trembling slightly, as if warning to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng immediately put away the silver flames, and he felt very strange.

"Where did you come from this handkerchief?"

Zhang Heng's mind was immersed in the first floor of the ancient tower and asked Lianmeng.

"I once met a mysterious woman who was good at playing the guqin and had a great time talking to me. Before leaving, she gave me this handkerchief. She told me that this thing could protect me, but I was eventually poisoned and died. After death, my soul hid in this handkerchief to avoid external interference."

This handkerchief is really not simple! Even the void flames could not swallow it just now.

"Why try again."

Zhang Heng threw the handkerchief far away to the ground, and then summoned the void flames.

The void flame touched the handkerchief with a "swoosh".

However, the handkerchief suddenly burst out with a palpitations of white light, blasting the void flame back.

"This white light is so terrifying!"

The power of the handkerchief just now was probably beyond Zhang Heng's expectations, that is, the void flame could be as intact as before under this attack.

However, Zhang Heng felt a little tired.

"Hahaha..." At this moment, a sound suddenly came from Zhang Heng's storage bag.

Zhang Heng felt very familiar with this sound, and it turned out to be a fragment of the world.

"What's so funny about you?" Zhang Heng asked angrily.

"Although it has the 'immortal mark', it has not yet grown up yet, and it cannot even threaten a masterless magic weapon. I was scared by it at the beginning...hahaha..."

The world fragment seemed very happy and burst into laughter.

The fire of void returned to Zhang Heng's palm and sent him a sense of grievance.

"Shut up! One day, when it grows up, I will let you be finished!"

Zhang Hengda cursed, and the fragments of the world were silent.

After retracting the void flames into his body, Zhang Heng picked up the handkerchief and observed it carefully for a while, but no abnormalities were found.

“Can I use this handkerchief?”

Zhang Heng asked Lian Meng inside the first floor of the ancient tower.

"No." Lian Meng replied.
To be continued...